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11-29-2002, 02:55 AM
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AN EARTHLY BEAUTY
Others have described
the metal bull placed over fire, it singing while the man inside it died. Which emperor listened, in which country, doesn't matter, though surely the thing itself was built by slaves. An uneartly music, all reports agree. We--the civilized--hearing this story, recoil from it in horror: Not us. Not ours. But why does my heart look back at me, reproachful? Why does the bull? by Jane Hirshfield |
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11-29-2002, 02:56 AM
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11-29-2002, 02:57 AM
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11-29-2002, 03:00 AM
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The City
You said, "I will go to another land, I will go to another sea.
Another city will be found, better than this. Every effort of mine is condemned by fate; and my heart is -- like a corpse -- buried. How long in this wasteland will my mind remain. Wherever I turn my eyes, wherever I may look I see the black ruins of my life here, where I spent so many years, and ruined and wasted." New lands you will not find, you will not find other seas. The city will follow you. You will roam the same streets. And you will age in the same neighborhoods; in these same houses you will grow gray. Always you will arrive in this city. To another land -- do not hope -- there is no ship for you, there is no road. As you have ruined your life here in this little corner, you have destroyed it in the whole world. --C. P. Cavafy |
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11-29-2002, 03:03 AM
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A whole night
A whole night,
Thrown down near a friend Already butchered With his mouth Baring its teeth Toward the full moon: With the congestion Of his hands Penetrating my silence, I've written letters Full of love. Never have I been So Attached to life. --Guiseppi Ungarretti (Translated by Ivo Mosley) |
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11-29-2002, 03:04 AM
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Base Details
If I were fierce, and bald, and short of breath,
I'd live with scarlet Majors at the Base, And speed glum heroes up the line to death. You'd see me with my puffy, petulant face, Guzzling and gulping in the best hotel, Reading the Roll of Honour. 'Poor young chap,' I'd say --- 'I used to know his father well; Yes, we've lost heavily in this last scrap.' And when the war is done and youth stone dead, I'd toddle safely home and die --- in bed. --Siegfried Sassoon |
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11-29-2002, 03:07 AM
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How to Kill
Under the parabola of a ball,
a child turning into a man, I looked into the air too long. The ball fell in my hand, it sang in the closed fist: Open Open Behold a gift designed to kill. Now in my dial of glass appears the soldier who is going to die. He smiles, and moves about in ways his mother knows, habits of his. The wires touch his face: I cry Now. Death, like a familiar, hears and look, has made a man of dust of a man of flesh. This sorcery I do. Being damned, I am amused to see the centre of love diffused and the waves of love travel into vacancy. How easy it is to make a ghost. The weightless mosquito touches Her tiny shadow on the stone, and with how like, how infinite a lightness, man and shadow meet. They fuse. A shadow is a man when the mosquito death approaches. --Keith Douglas |
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11-29-2002, 03:09 AM
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Just Hook it to My Veins!
 
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There once was a lass named lassie
I loved her and loved her and loved her she gave me kisses and I gave her herpes HAPPY THANKSGIVING YUO FOOKIN PROSTITUTE.
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11-29-2002, 03:09 AM
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On Prayer
You ask me how to pray to someone who is not.
All I know is that prayer constructs a velvet bridge And walking it we are aloft, as on a springboard, Above landscapes the color or of ripe gold Transformed by a magic stopping of the sun. That bridge leads to the shore re of Reversal Where everything Is just the opposite and the word is Unveils a meaning we hardly envisioned. Notice: I say we; there, every one, separately, Feels compassion for others entangled in the flesh And knows that if there IS no other shore They will walk that aerial bridge all the same. ---Czeslaw Milosz (translated by Robert Hass) |
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11-29-2002, 03:12 AM
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Like a Prayer
Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone
I hear you call my name And it feels like home When you call my name it's like a little prayer I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there In the midnight hour I can feel your power Just like a prayer you know I'll take you there I hear your voice, it's like an angel sighing I have no choice, I hear your voice Feels like flying I close my eyes, Oh God I think I'm falling Out of the sky, I close my eyes Heaven help me When you call my name it's like a little prayer I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there In the midnight hour I can feel your power Just like a prayer you know I'll take you there Like a child you whisper softly to me You're in control just like a child Now I'm dancing It's like a dream, no end and no beginning You're here with me, it's like a dream Let the choir sing When you call my name it's like a little prayer I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there In the midnight hour I can feel your power Just like a prayer you know I'll take you there Just like a prayer, your voice can take me there Just like a muse to me, you are a mystery Just like a dream, you are not what you seem Just like a prayer, no choice your voice can take me there Just like a prayer, I'll take you there It's like a dream to me |
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11-29-2002, 03:14 AM
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Souls
"After the last breath, eyelids must be closed
quickly, For eyes are windows of the soul ---that shy thing which is immortal. And none should see its exist vulnerably exposed," proclaimed the bearded man on Yom Kippur. Grownups believed in the soul. Otherwise why did grandfather murmur the morning prayer, "Lord, the soul Thou hast given me is pure"? Near the kitchen door where they notched my height a mirror hung. There I saw the big eyes of a boy. I could not picture the soul immaterial and immortal. A cone of light? Those two black zeros the soul's windows? Daft! Later, at medical school, I learnt of the pineal gland, its size a cherrystone, vestige of the third eye, and laughed. But seven colors hide in light's disguise and the blue sky's black. No wonder Egyptians once believed, in their metamorphosis, souls soared, became visible: butterflies. Now old, I'm credulous. Superstition clings. After the melting eyes and devastation of Hiroshima, they say butterflies, crazed, flew about, fluttering soundless things. --Dannie Abse |
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11-29-2002, 03:15 AM
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This one is SO deep.
There's things that you guess And things that you know There's boys that you can trust And girls that you don't There's little things you hide And little things that you show Sometimes you think you're gonna get it But you don't and that's just the way it goes I swear I won't tease you Won't tell you no lies I don't need no bible Just look in my eyes I've waited so long baby Now that we're friends Every man's got his patience And here's where my ends I want your sex I want you I want your.....sex It's playing on my mind It's dancing on my soul It's taken so much time So why don't you just let me go I'd really like to try Oh, I'd really love to know When you tell me you're gonna regret it Then I tell you that I love you but you still say NO! I swear I won't tease you Won't tell you no lies I don't need no bible Just look in my eyes I've waited so long baby Out in the cold I can't take much more girl I'm losing control I want your sex I want your love I want your.....sex It's natural It's chemical (let's do it) It's logical Habitual (can we do it?) It's sensual But most of all..... Sex is something that we should do Sex is something for me and you Sex is natural - sex is good Not everybody does it But everybody should Sex is natural - sex is fun Sex is best when it's....one on one one on one I'm not your father I'm not your brother Talk to your sister I am a love C-c-c-c-come on What's your defintion of dirty baby What do you consider pornography Don't you know I love it till it hurts me baby Don't you think it's time you had sex with me What's your defintion of dirty baby What do you call pornography Don't you know I love it till it hurts me baby Don't you think it's time you had sex with me Sex with me Sex with me Have sex with me C-c-c-c-come on. |
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11-29-2002, 03:17 AM
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Concerning That Prayer I Cannot Make
Jesus, I am cruelly lonely
and I do not know what I have done nor do I suspect that you will answer me. And, what is more, I have spent these bare months bargaining with my soul as if I could make her promise to love me when now it seems that what I meant when I said "soul" was that the river reflects the railway bridge just as the sky says it should—it speaks that language. I do not know who you are. I come here every day to be beneath this bridge, to sit beside this river, so I must have seen the way the clouds just slide under the rusty arch— without snagging on the bolts, how they are borne along on the dark water— I must have noticed their fluent speed and also how that tattered blue T-shirt remains snagged on the crown of the mostly sunk dead tree despite the current's constant pulling. Yes, somewhere in my mind there must be the image of a sky blue T-shirt, caught, and the white islands of ice flying by and the light clouds flying slowly under the bridge, though today the river's fully melted. I must have seen. But I did not see. I am not equal to my longing. Somewhere there should be a place the exact shape of my emptiness— there should be a place responsible for taking one back. The river, of course, has no mercy— it just lifts the dead fish toward the sea. Of course, of course. What I meant when I said "soul" was that there should be a place. On the far bank the warehouse lights blink red, then green, and all the yellow machines with their rusted scoops and lifts sit under a thin layer of sunny frost. And look— my own palm— there, slowly rocking. It is my pale palm— palm where a black pebble is turning and turning. Listen— all you bare trees burrs brambles pile of twigs red and green lights flashing muddy bottle shards shoe half buried—listen listen, I am holy. --Jane Mead |
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11-29-2002, 03:22 AM
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Just Hook it to My Veins!
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Oh, the complexity. :X
Yeah
All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom Just shake your rump All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom Just shake your rump All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom Just shake your rump All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom Just shake your rump All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom Just shake your rump Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2-3-4 Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2-3 Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2 Check, baby, check, baby, 1 It's called rump shaker, the piece is like sweeter than candy I'm feelin' manly and you say it's comin' in handy Slidin' my claws from New York down by N. Virginia Ticklin' you around Delaware before I enter Total seduction, from face, hips, to feet A wiggle and jiggle can make the night complete Now since you got the body of the year, come and get the award Here's a hint, it's like a long chop sword Flip town, so let me see you shake it up like dice The way you shake your rump is turnin' mighty men to mice But A+ got a surprise that's a back breaker Now let me see you shake your rump like a rump shaker All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom Just shake your rump All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom Just shake your rump All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom Just shake your rump All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom Just shake your rump Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2-3-4 Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2-3 Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2 Check, baby, check, baby, 1 It's Teddy, ready with the 1-2 checker Wreckx-N-Effect is in effect, but I'm the wrecker Off the track, 'bout the honey shakin' rumps and they backs in Booties of the cuties steady shakin' but relaxin' The action is packed than a jam like the kinds of beat Bound to get you up, cold flowin' like a faucet Not meant to make you sit, Not meant to make you jump But Jet make the hotties in the parties shake your rump I like the way you comb your hair, uh I like the stylish clothes you wear, uh It's just the little things you do, uh That makes me wanna get with you, uh All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom Just shake your rump All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom Just shake your rump All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom Just shake your rump All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom Just shake your rump Shake it, shake it, shake it, now shake it She could spend every birthday butt naked Body and soul, makin' me wanna squish her More just in the game a rumper like a sub-woofer Shake it to the left, shake it to the right I don't mind stickin' it to her every single night Come on pass the poom-poom, send it to papa Shake it, baby, shake it, baby, shake it, don't stoppa Let me see you do the booty hock, and now I'll make the booty stock Now drop and do the booty rock The way you're shakin' your grill's really kill It's makin' broth' ills up a whole lot of pills But I ain't into trickin' just to treatin' And I ain't into treatin' every trick that I'm meetin' No, no, no, no, no, no, no Yeah, shake it, baby, shake it down, shake it like that All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom Just shake your rump All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom Just shake your rump All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom Just shake your rump All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom Just shake your rump Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2-3-4 Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2-3 Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2 Check, baby, check, baby, 1-1 Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2-3-4 Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2-3 Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2 Check, baby, check, baby, 1-1 All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom Just shake your rump All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom Just shake your rump All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom Just shake your rump All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom Just shake your rump Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2-3-4 Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2-3 Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2 Check, baby, check, baby, 1-1 Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2-3-4 Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2-3 Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2 Check, baby, check, baby, 1-1 All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom Just shake your rump All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom Just shake your rump All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom Just shake your rump All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom Just shake your rump Break it down Just shake your rump WNE is in effect Peace And we out |
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11-29-2002, 03:25 AM
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you guys are fucking morons. ugh. i f ucking post meaningful lyrics and. hmph. all you do is msake boob topics and suze hating threads.ugh. fuck you you fucking fucks. i don't know why i post here. fuck.
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11-29-2002, 03:26 AM
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George Washington
He must be the oldest hot person omigod :x
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11-29-2002, 03:31 AM
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Ugh. I am trying to write my thesis and shes fucknig brushing her teeth. She always brushes her teeth with the restroom door open. ugh. I woke up @ 7:00 am to go get tooth paste and there was so many people in line and i bet she's usinmg my toothpaste! and fuck you. I know you're already gonna type a response on why i should just tell her.ugh. i dunno. Don't you think i have already thought about what i can do about this? fuck you. you fucking morons. i don't want an answer i want sympathy for me and my toothpaste. fuck.
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11-29-2002, 03:35 AM
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11-29-2002, 03:37 AM
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11-29-2002, 03:39 AM
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oh, the 'irony'
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Human beings suffer, They torture one another, They get hurt and get hard. No poem or play or song Can fully right a wrong Inflicted and endured. The innocent in gaols Beat on their bars together. A hunger-striker's father Stands in the graveyard dumb. The police widow in veils Faints at the funeral home. History says, don't hope On this side of the grave. But then, once in a lifetime The longed-for tidal wave Of justice can rise up, And hope and history rhyme. So hope for a great sea-change On the far side of revenge. Believe that further shore Is reachable from here. Believe in miracle And cures and healing wells. Call miracle self-healing: The utter, self-revealing Double-take of feeling. If there's fire on the mountain Or lightning and storm And a god speaks from the sky That means someone is hearing The outcry and the birth-cry Of new life at its term. |
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11-29-2002, 03:40 AM
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oh, the 'irony'
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I know the truth - give up all other truths! No need for people anywhere on earth to struggle. Look - it is evening, look, it is nearly night: what do you speak of, poets, lovers, generals? The wind is level now, the earth is wet with dew, the storm of stars in the sky will turn to quiet. And soon all of us will sleep under the earth, we who never let each other sleep above it. |
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11-29-2002, 03:41 AM
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oh, the 'irony'
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Think in ways you've never thought before. If the phone rings, think of it as carrying a message Larger than anything you've ever heard, Vaster than a hundred lines of Yeats. Think that someone may bring a bear to your door, Maybe wounded and deranged; or think that a moose Has risen out of the lake, and he's carrying on his antlers A child of your own whom you've never seen. When someone knocks on the door, think that he's about To give you something large: tell you you're forgiven, Or that it's not necessary to work all the time, or that it's Been decided that if you lie down no one will die. |
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11-29-2002, 03:41 AM
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oh, the 'irony'
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perfectly lighted, firm, free in space, but why men die like kings or sick animals, why tears stand in living faces, why one forgets the color of the eyes of the dead--- |
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11-29-2002, 03:45 AM
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well irony isn't the right word. more like 'pathetic inability to grasp concepts'
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but that cottongrass and bunchberry grow on the mountain. I believe that a scorpion's sting will kill a man, but that his wife will remarry. I believe that, the older we get, the weaker the body, but the stronger the soul. I believe that if you roll over at night in an empty bed, the air consoles you. I believe that no one is spared the darkness, and no one gets all of it. I believe we all drown eventually in a sea of our making, but that the land belongs to someone else. I believe in destiny, And I believe in free will. I believe that, when all the clocks break, time goes on without them. And I believe that whatever pulls us under, will do so gently, so as not to disturb anyone, so as not to interfere with what we believe in |
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11-29-2002, 03:49 AM
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all together now!
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11-29-2002, 03:59 AM
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in sum, people will always be coarse and vulgar unnecessarily, like you and gil for example but that's okay but jesus continues to suffer but he doesn't really mind, neither did tsvetayeva...maybe she minded. she hung herself. i wonder if that matters. nice how for once ina poet suicide doesn't matter. it's so like. not important when compared to the rest of her greatness. i think.
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last night i watched rsoencrantz and guildenstern are dead, oh ha ha ha you actually made taht emoticon for ME? funny cuz my little replies to your post were basically verbal representations of tha temotican
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11-29-2002, 05:19 AM
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11-30-2002, 01:28 AM
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oh yeah all those poems are from a book with that title i bought my sister :-/ gay concept but really really good poems so i made an exception and obught it for her. she liked it i think :-/ she's not much of a poetry fan. i can't fucking stand her actually. there is jam all over my comforter. you knwo why? mys ister. my sister fucking sits in my bed. i come home. ugh. just thinking about it is making me sick. i come home from school for thanksgiving break and i see a book like in my bed. i forget about it and throw it on the floor. like the next day my sister is in here she sees the book and she's all 'oh sorry i was reading that one night when i couldn't sleep'
 WHY WHY WHY?? why must she sit in my bed and read when she can't fucking sleep? it drives me crazy. it makes me sick. and i discovered that jam on my comforter just now. i seriously want to puke. how the hell am i going to be able to sleep tonight. ugh. just thinking about it is making me sick. ugh. godammit. why why why. why. i want to cry i want to go tell my mother but she doesn't fucking care. why doesn't my sister understand. maybe is hould fucking tell mys ister i don't want her sitting in my bed while i'm away. but she doesn't fucking LISTEN. it just makes me want to cry. she doesn't fucking care. it doesn't matter if you tell or her not. she does it anyway. ugh. it makes me sick. i'm crying now. it makes me so sick to think of her sitting in my bed and getting jam all over it. godammit. i am . i should throw all my sheets and blankets in the wash but i love these blankets dammit. i love my comforter that she got jam all over what the fuck am i supposed to do. i fukcing hate her. how could she. doesn't she fucking know you don't sit in someone's bed? i can't fucking stand her. i want to kill her. |
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